Spring Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#spring
Spring days like these
Spring days like these
Were made for katie ruellia –
Who is royalty among flowers –
Robed delicately in purple.
There – she arrived for the festivities
As the trumpeters blow their sennet.
Her crown is the leaves;
The butterflies – her subjects.
Were made for katie ruellia –
Who is royalty among flowers –
Robed delicately in purple.
There – she arrived for the festivities
As the trumpeters blow their sennet.
Her crown is the leaves;
The butterflies – her subjects.
#spring
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Sliding through silken months with silver ahhs
April intaglio
platycondons
stretch to the chichi
in a scarlet settle
May the bye
of four flurries
flummox the rush
of June furrows
and swallow the
swollen song belted
as seven gospels
from July sparrows
à la dame de
romance rouge
curl the scurrying wind
from lips to thump as August
courts September tarantellas
with a crinkled greeting
to a fleeing Ra
grasping pinetum bebop
in your electric splayed ogles
nude within a brink
prostrated on a...
platycondons
stretch to the chichi
in a scarlet settle
May the bye
of four flurries
flummox the rush
of June furrows
and swallow the
swollen song belted
as seven gospels
from July sparrows
à la dame de
romance rouge
curl the scurrying wind
from lips to thump as August
courts September tarantellas
with a crinkled greeting
to a fleeing Ra
grasping pinetum bebop
in your electric splayed ogles
nude within a brink
prostrated on a...
#fall
#nature
#spring
#summer
#winter
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During Spring Break In Fort Lauderdale
Robin woke in someone's bed.
She found herself with no clothes on.
She also noticed Angela's panties.
She found herself with no clothes on.
She also noticed Angela's panties.
#alcohol
#fiction
#lesbian
#sensual
#spring
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Spring Morning
awakening day
moon lingering behind clouds
sun not yet awake
moon lingering behind clouds
sun not yet awake
#haiku
#spring
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Spring = Misery
Allergic sickness
Springtime weeds, grass, mold, pollen
Dependent on drugs
Springtime weeds, grass, mold, pollen
Dependent on drugs
#drugs
#haiku
#illness #spring
#illness #spring
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Arrival of Summer
The summer comes steadily forward over lush fields
Coming my way like a guaranteed car crash
The summer rises in the sky like an incinerating beast
Breeding sleepless nights, sweat and madness
I sit in my hole and await the collision
Coming my way like a guaranteed car crash
The summer rises in the sky like an incinerating beast
Breeding sleepless nights, sweat and madness
I sit in my hole and await the collision
#metaphor
#nature
#spring #summer
#spring #summer
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Flight
**** flight *****
here comes the time again
for ethereal flowers to fly
for the poet to watch and sigh,
to only behold without asking why?
here's a dandelion about to fade away
the music dissolving into atmosphere
with the slightest touch of the breeze
and your heart takes flight overseas
carried aloft, into heaven's relief
stripped from any mundane grief
entranced the feel, a delightful sheer
and quietly the dark leaves the night
a bright tide, then illuminates the light ...
here comes the time again
for ethereal flowers to fly
for the poet to watch and sigh,
to only behold without asking why?
here's a dandelion about to fade away
the music dissolving into atmosphere
with the slightest touch of the breeze
and your heart takes flight overseas
carried aloft, into heaven's relief
stripped from any mundane grief
entranced the feel, a delightful sheer
and quietly the dark leaves the night
a bright tide, then illuminates the light ...
#dawn
#morning
#night
#spring
#summer
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Easterlies
A lone crow perched on a breeze bobbing bough
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
clutching it like a floatation device
with every bit of its feathered know-how
foundering on high like a sacrifice,
to Eurus, and full afternoon sun,
blasting glory to every dancing tree
in sky blue by the cerulean ton,
and freshest barometric liberty!
Soon enough, the crow abandoned its post
to flotsam away on knackered wings
perhaps seeking a branch, not so utmost,
or to scratch the grass for edible things.
Fare thee well, oh breeze...
#sky
#spring
#sun
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april songs: journey of life 2
april song 02: elemental
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
he could write a script for living
in his earthen universe,
lest binge-taking and stinge-giving
change his blessing to a curse.
he could write a script for dying,
if he understood that life
must soon, in the grave, be lying
‘neath old, cold grim reaper’s knife.
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign...
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
he could write a script for living
in his earthen universe,
lest binge-taking and stinge-giving
change his blessing to a curse.
he could write a script for dying,
if he understood that life
must soon, in the grave, be lying
‘neath old, cold grim reaper’s knife.
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign...
#spring
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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april songs: journey of life 1
april song 01: conceptual
concept of Almighty Father,
more conceptual than mere thought;
for I Am is greater, farther,
whom we know not as we ought.
dust there was upon the new earth,
light there was at His command;
formed He of the dust the true-birth
of His image, by His Hand.
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
would his scribble be of eden
or his ink blot of the heathen?
© Copyright 2024 March...
concept of Almighty Father,
more conceptual than mere thought;
for I Am is greater, farther,
whom we know not as we ought.
dust there was upon the new earth,
light there was at His command;
formed He of the dust the true-birth
of His image, by His Hand.
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
would his scribble be of eden
or his ink blot of the heathen?
© Copyright 2024 March...
#spring
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Positivity Spring
I sit here drinking coffee
from my ladybug cup
Trying hard to just wake up
My dog is in his favorite spot
Patrolling trespassers and the lot
What I had dreamed I just forgot
Now that daybreak has arrived
I thank God we are still alive
At my window the robin sings
Promising so much joy from Spring
And all the possibilities it brings
from my ladybug cup
Trying hard to just wake up
My dog is in his favorite spot
Patrolling trespassers and the lot
What I had dreamed I just forgot
Now that daybreak has arrived
I thank God we are still alive
At my window the robin sings
Promising so much joy from Spring
And all the possibilities it brings
#birds
#spring
#nature #uplifting
#nature #uplifting
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Before the Sigh
Before the Sigh
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
#sun
#sky
#spring #dawn
#spring #dawn
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